Everybody Loves Raymond

- So how is it? - Great.

How much more do we have to eat before dessert?

This ain't your night, kid. I made dessert too.

- Hey, Ray. - Hi, Daddy.

Hey, Deb.

Children.

What is it?

- Oh, you just came from the doctor. - Yes.

And?

He said that my adenoids have to come out.

All right, so I guess you have to have it done.

Is that it? That's your attitude?

- Come on. - That's what you say?

"Go ahead, Doc, cut that fat boy up."

Honey, I understand that you're nervous,

but this is a very common procedure.

And they don't cut you up. They go in through your mouth.

Well, I don't like people going in through my mouth!

You've been getting sore throats for two years.

Your snoring is getting worse, you're having difficulty swallowing...

- Me too. - Eat your food.

We will all be so much happier when you get this done.

- Right, kids? - Yeah.

That's 'cause you think Mom's gonna take

the insurance money and buy everyone a pony.

Your throat hurts, doesn't it?

No. No, look, I want a second opinion.

This is your third opinion.

Those doctors, they just want money. I don't trust them.

I want an expert.

I got your message, Raymond.

Don't let them touch you!

I won't, Mom.

I won't.

Debra doesn't care, Ma.

She actually said that

getting your adenoids out is no big deal.

It's a very big deal.

They want to take a piece of my Raymond away.

I have all the medicine we need right here.

I made you some minestrone soup.

All right, children, you don't have to eat any more of that.

Yay.

Sit down.

Okay, here.

Now put your face right in here,

like that, and breathe in.

It's all good for you.

Marie, you really think food is gonna take care of Ray's adenoid problem?

I think good food will.

Marie, what did you do with that soup?

This soup is not for you, Frank.

I've been smelling it all day,

and then you take it away?

You soup tease.

Come on, guys, stop. Cut it out.

No no no.

There's enough for everybody. Just take it easy.

The soup is for Raymond. It's his medicine.

Why don't you just quit babying him, Ma, huh?

They should just rip out your adenoids and be done with it.

Yeah, just go in, drop your drawers,

bing bang boom.

Drop your drawers?

Do you even know where the adenoids are, Dad?

Sure, around back with the rest of the "oids."

All right, guys, come on.

- It's a little crowded in here. - Yeah.

You know what you need? A bigger table.

No, I don't. I don't need a bigger table.

I need you guys out of here.

Aww, wook at wittle Waymond,

all upset, 'cause they're gonna take his little adenoids out.

Forget about it. I'm not doing it.

Yes, you are. What kind of example do you think

you're setting for the kids?

Yeah, and while you're in there,

have the doctor look at your unenjoyable testicle.

It's undescended, Dad.

Yes, and do you enjoy it that way?

Raymond has his adenoids out,

the whole world has to stop.

Oh, Robert, it's okay.

He feels better that we're here.

Oh, he has no feelings.

The only reason I'm here is because Ma knows

that I'm the same blood type as him.

Not everything's about you, Robert.

And keep your sleeves rolled up.

Maybe I had other things to do today.

Enough. This is what a family does.

We stick together. We support each other.

Stop looking at my veins!

Come on.

This week has been bad enough as it is.

Ray's been driving me crazy.

Last night he woke me up... "What if the nurse's top is unbuttoned

and the surgeon gets distracted?"

All right, stop it, stop.

I'm going to the powder room for a moment.

And when I get back, I expect everyone

to have a proper look of concern on their faces.

Robert.

- Debra... Barone? - Yeah.

Hi. How'd it go?

Mrs. Barone, are there any allergies or conditions

your husband may have neglected to tell us about?

What do you mean? Why?

We're having difficulty bringing him out of anesthesia.

What?

He should have been out by now. He's not responding.

His blood pressure's dropped below a certain level.

- Robert... - What is it?

- What? - He's not...

- What? Raymond? - What's happening?

He's not waking up.

Let me go in there. I'm his blood type.

No no, listen to me. He is my brother.

I can wake him up.

- Raymond! - Sir, sir, please.

- Hi, are you the Barones? - My brother's in there. Raymond!

He's fine now.

His blood pressure's returning to normal

and he's coming out of it.

This happens sometimes... it's a form of hypertension,

but he's perfectly all right.

Thank you.

You can see him in a few minutes.

Oh... oh my God.

- Okay, but it was fine. - Yes.

He said it went fine. It went good.

I noticed the nurse was still buttoned.

Okay... okay, now listen.

What happened in there...

nobody tells Ray.

Or his mother.

Okay, here you go.

Got you every sports magazine I could find,

including "Women's Volleyball."

Oh. Oh, well, let's see what's going on in that sport.

So, how are you feeling?

I'm feeling good.

You know, my throat, it hurts just a little bit.

But... this might help.

- How are you doing? - Good. I'm good.

You want some of my ice cream?

No. No no no.

You enjoy that. That's for you.

I made a swirly.

Oh...

I got some on my blanket and some on my pajamas.

- I don't care. - Oh, okay.

Good...

'cause I got some on your pillow too.

Sorry.

What's up?

Nothing, just thinking.

Just... tomorrow...

everything I have to do,

all the stuff... you know, make breakfast,

take the kids to school.

I have some grocery shopping.

We need chicken and some green beans...

and cereal...

and shampoo and potatoes and...

cookies.

Then I have to pick up the dry-cleaning.

They still have some of your shirts.

And then get the kids and...

take the boys to soccer...

get new uniforms...

they're really cute.

And I thought you could meet us at Marco's for dinner, maybe.

You know, just get a pizza and then go home and...

put the kids to bed...

and then maybe we could watch a movie.

- Time of the month, huh? - No.

No, Ray.

- No, I'm fine. - Oh.

- Really. - All right, okay. Okay.

You know, I could pick up the dry-cleaning if you want me to.

I don't want you to.

You always bring home somebody else's.

Wow.

I guess this new voice, it's pretty sexy, right?

I'm sorry, do you wanna finish your ice cream?

Oh, it won't even have time to melt.

Frank?

Yeah?

What are you doing?

Just thinking.

What's the matter, the TV broken?

No.

Look, if you're worried

about Robert eating that last piece of pie,

why don't you go down and get it right now?

Frank, get the pie yourself.

I don't want the pie.

What, a guy can't just touch his wife's shoulder?

Frank, it's late, and I'm not in the mood.